| I understand you needing
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| And wanting is no crime
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| But I can’t help feeling
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| That you and your mother
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| Are just wasting your time
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| Choosing Saturdays in Summer
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| Oh, I dare you to wear white
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| Love is just a moment of giving
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| And marriage is when we admit
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| Our parents were right
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| I just don’t understand it
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| What makes our love a sin
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| How can it make that difference
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| If you and I are wearing
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| That bloody, bloody ring
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| If I share my bed with you
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| Must I also share my life
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| Love is just a moment of giving
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| And marriage is when we admit
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| Our parents were right
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| You just don’t understand it
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| This tender trap we’re in
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| Those glossy catalogues of couples
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| Are cashing in
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| On happiness again and again
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| So drag me to the altar
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| And I’ll make my sacrifice
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| Love is just a moment of giving
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| And marriage is when we admit
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| Our parents were right
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| Marriage is when we admit
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| Our parents were right
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| Just as marriage is when we admit
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| Our parents were probably right |